The Chill of Winter Melts

The sun is warming up the land, I grab my coat and run outside. The snow melts, the ice disappears; the world is coming alive. Grass is visible everywhere and pools of water lie deep. The cool breeze blows in my face; refreshing, not cold. I play in the mud, I play in the puddles, I follow the trickles of water till they become rivers. Bluer than jewels, the sky opens wide above me, and the sun warms my face. In bare trees, the birds sing loud and cheerful; but I can only identify the Chickadee. Although I had been feeling bad before; the warming world heals me. I run for joy, my tan pants wet and muddy. For once, I don't care what people think! I have come alive along with the world.